As you revise
acknowledge
THE LIGHT
reaching up from
THE SEED
not just reflecting it
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
As you revise
acknowledge
THE LIGHT
reaching up from
THE SEED
not just reflecting it
What do I want my life to say?
(Even at this advanced age.)
How about you?
From the deep past
then/now contrasts.
The human impulse to COLOR.
Dyes, ornamentation, paint, personal makeup.
With endless variations.
Even what Eve saw in the apple.
an owl balloon
hidden in the attic
resembles an angel
Maybe I’m just a clothes donkey.
Fit anyone else you know?